Thank God. It took only a few more fervent thrusts before he found release, astonished by how swiftly she had unraveled beneath him. He was prepared to labor for it longer, to sustain the moment, but it seemed his rhythm and the precision of his movements had been enough >
Nails dug at his knuckles, serving as means to keep her grounded. Something unlike anything she's ever experienced was approaching fast, and she was unsure of what would happen if she just surrendered and let herself be taken so high up into the unknown.
Eyes that once +
< haze of their shared climax, he leaned down, his lips grazing hers in a lazy, tender brush, their breaths mingling softly.
This wasn’t the place he had imagined finding himself — entwined in bed with Kate. But there was no trace of regret, only a quiet anticipation, >
< that drew deep groans from him as his movements quickened. The rhythm of his hips against hers was getting firmer and unyielding, and it took every ounce of his control not to surrender then and there.
As much as her voice filled the space between them, he didn't want >
< to leave her words unanswered. She deserved more than silence — especially if she was into it.
"Look at me,"
He commanded, his voice rough with focus. His brow furrowed as their eyes met, and the sight of her light blue gaze locked on his sent a shudder through him, his >
< back — those sweet little moans slipping free despite her restraint.
She was expressive too, her voice a tantalizing melody that heightened the intensity of the moment as he took her.
Leaning back on his knees, his hands gripping her thighs, he found a new angle, one >
Kate's soft, natural sounds, those delicate squeaks and mewls, were far more intoxicating than any contrived moans she could muster. They matched her gentle, quiet demeanor, and there was something irresistibly alluring about the way she tried, and failed, to hold them >
Something in Kate longed to obey. He definitely knew what he was doing, and a part of her couldn't help but feel bad for not putting in an equal amount of effort. It was even harder to do so when he hadn't even started moving, but her body trembled from feeling his stern length +
< roughness, he could adapt. For now, it was about finding a rhythm that resonated with them both, deep and insistent, driven by pure desire and the need to release the tension between them.
How could his gaze not linger on her? She was starved for touch, so his every movement had her respond, subtle winces and shivers of pleasure betraying her need as he pushed deeper into her.
He knew he had to move with purpose, to ease their connection >
"Oh, my God —"
He's successfully taken her breath away, and they've only just commenced. A whirlwind of stars danced around them in colors she's never seen before. Each one came in a brighter constellation.
She burned bright, growing bashful at the subtle feeling of him +
< He needed to be sure this was genuine.
"Your legs,"
He murmured, guiding them to rest over his shoulders, granting him a deeper, more intimate angle that hopefully would have her see stars.
His movements were controlled, deliberate, steady — but not rough. If she craved >
Time had slipped away from him once more, lost in the haze of his desire. This would have to be enough for now, though he could easily spend an eternity tracing every curve of her body, memorizing each freckle as if it were a secret meant only for him. If she allowed him >
The sound of her own breathy laughs harmonize with his. She tends to say the most obscure things when she feels put on blast.
"Dav–"
She breathed before her lips were once more captured by his. Saying his name so close to his lips, followed by the taste of his mouth was +
< the sensation. Slowly, he gave himself to her inch by inch, drawing back only to return with deliberate care. Her name slipped from his mouth in breathy whispers, barely audible but full of reverence.
Better than what he had dared hope for, he took a long look down at Kate, >
“Do what?”
He murmured, a soft laugh dancing on his lips as they hovered over hers, before claiming her mouth in a series of tender, teasing kisses. He knew exactly what she meant, but his playful nature urged him to draw it out just a little longer.
His desire to see >
The longest pause in the world takes hold of her. She actually doesn't realize what she's looking at until the full visual finally dawns on her.
"That's you."
Just the sight of him leaves her breathless, rendered speechless. No combination of worths could possibly emulate +
< yet patient. He waited for her to signal whether she craved more of his touch or just wanted to move on further. The choice was hers, and he would give her the space to decide whether she wanted to be eased into penetration with his hand or not, just in case she wasn’t >